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Thursday, September 10
ALL AMERICAN REJECTS (NO, SERIOUSLY)
Forward to 2:40 --
Did you really have to record a live crowd? That's not vain. No, not at all. [Eye roll]
That's not how you do it, Rejects. That's like putting mechanical gears on people's hands to make them clap in unison at your live show.
Bon Jovi were the absolute tits in creating shout anthems. And best off, they didn't necessarily MAKE you shout with them or manipulate you to copycat it through a record. Their anthems were just too brilliant and creamy and full of pop goodness, so much, in fact, that fans of their melodies didn't need a fucking cue.
Sure, production-wise you can hear the chorused vocals in Bon Jovi singles, but it sure as hell wasn't an entire crowd of 30something douchers, the kind who jump at the gun for free Weenie Roast tickets.